Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', whas
You got to love yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys, and [unverified]
'Bout to lace this game,
Do it the way we do it E 4 0, Charlie Hustle

Look, I went rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
niggaz cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I see it no other way

I mines, Hot Boys
up my whole click rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate niggaz
Then where yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get this shit
My probation officer's gonna know what
Stay out the way I'm H O T and that action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin', fashion

I'm all that luxury, I'm also 'bout
(Luxury)
50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of niggaz out gettin' killed to accept it

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, and Hot Boys

Freezer burn platinum on my
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty Twinkies
(Look at me)

I'm like that, like that, what?
I'm like that, it's like
(Look at me)

Hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a case of cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' four times, gold wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me is the call from the

Sound on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang, it in my lap
Smokin' trees the window up
(Windows up)
backed up, middle finger up

I don't or surround myself with C.I.'s
Informants snitches affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sap simps, I be kickin' it real tough
With the, P.I.'s, hustlers,

Gangsters, killers that not even look like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of
Player individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, and Hot Boys

Man, like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight, and go and buy some shit
TV's inside when I bitch
And I'ma hide these hoes Limo tints

my dreams, I'm a rich, bitch
And I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a bitch
Shine, tape got me buyin' shit
Dyin'? Gon' be past ninety-nine, slick

these hoes back to time slick
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that
her in the ass and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this, bitch
So nigga, fuck that bitch, tell her yo' dick

Now, now, here the youngest
Wayne, you can me Weezy
up the interstate in a Lamborghini
Police right behind me, I'm too fast

I pull over on the grass, they my autograph
I off ki's, I get my G's
I my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin' sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can stop us, boi, go

and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys, beyotch

E-Feezy and the in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you about me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the number one
Baby, Gold, ya heard me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta it
It's off the heezy, what?